Illianna Wolfsong Posted November 10, 2003 Report Posted November 10, 2003 It has no emotion, the rain. Yet it seems to mirror emotion. It smells so crisp and pure Yet it comes as a burglar Stealing hues of reality Fading the world to a pastel. Draining it of validity. Faded, muted surroundings Seem to blend with my soul's eye Nothing looks quite real Nothing looks tangible. In my mind, I grasp for stability But it skitters away from my fingers My hands retreat empty. Lives touch and intertangle Spinning cobweb connections That sever and snap so easily Ripped apart by violent drops Pelted down from the emotionless sky. Connection lost or changed Reality becomes transient. Who is to blame for this ache? I could place blame on others. I could accept blame fully. Neither fixes anything. Best yet, I will blame the rain. Passive harbinger of change Sentient purveyor of pain. Wash away my subsistence. Reach into my soul Frighten off my mind's anchors. Sell my dreams to dust-filled warehouses. Leave me as a living echo Of something once thriving The quintessential essence of desolation. The rain has come to my being. It has washed away the vivid self. It has drained me of passion. As an eidolon of my past I venture back to the world And find offence in it's bright colors. ...I used to be so.
Kalypso Posted November 10, 2003 Report Posted November 10, 2003 I love it! My favorite stanza... Lives touch and intertangle Spinning cobweb connections That sever and snap so easily Ripped apart by violent drops Pelted down from the emotionless sky. Connection lost or changed Reality becomes transient. Maybe it's me, but I don't understand the last line... ...I used to be so. Can you explain what you meant? The line seemed a little odd to me.
Illianna Wolfsong Posted November 10, 2003 Author Report Posted November 10, 2003 Thanks Kalypso. =) To read in the line above it, that I find offence in the bright colors of the world, "I used to be so." refers to having been as vivid as the world appears, having been "real".
Ayshela Posted November 11, 2003 Report Posted November 11, 2003 *nod* that's an excellently done echo of this bit: Leave me as a living echo Of something once thriving The quintessential essence of desolation. which, btw, i absolutely love. this is very well done, as always. i'm glad to see you about here again.
Kalypso Posted November 11, 2003 Report Posted November 11, 2003 Ah huh! I understand now. Thank you for the explanation Illianna. Keep up the outstanding writing.
Merelas Posted November 11, 2003 Report Posted November 11, 2003 Illianna, this is excellent... I loved the imagery you used, from pastel, to bleak... you used excellent vocabulary effectively, and I must say I like the result. Let's have more!
Illianna Wolfsong Posted November 12, 2003 Author Report Posted November 12, 2003 Thank you both, Ayshela and Merelas. =) Very kind words from each of you. *hugs* -Illi
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